"The last time. This is the absolute last time," Flash grumbled to himself. Of course everyone else was busy. Of course Shayera couldn't go under cover. Of course Diana didn't understand enough about man's world. And of course J'onn was busy in space. And wouldn't you know it, it was a founder's mission. There were many thought's in Flash's head, though none were more obvious than the various means of torture that she would put him through later. Going to Luthor's little charity dinner was going to be a nightmare.

She hated the dinners. They never had enough to feed her unless she was at Bruce's. And they were so boring. The only time she was really entertained was when she had Dick and Roy to torment. But no. She had to do this one as Oliver's niece, again. This time without Roy. Not only that, but she had to get close to Luthor, or at least close enough to slip a tracker and microphone on him. How she wished she could use her speed. Damn that man for making her life so complicated.

Huffing to her reflection, she tossed her hair a little. Soft red curls shaped her face accenting green eyes. A little glitter around her eyes in her eye shadow and just a touch of lip gloss made her mask tonight. The costume was complete with on of Shayera's dresses. Apparently they both looked good in a backless light pink dress she owned. Wally still felt incredibly naked in it, almost wishing for her own set of wings to hide her extremely pale back. She didn't want to wear a jacket all night with the summer heat pooling in from the grand windows constantly kept open for escapes and dramatic effects. Or maybe it was for the reporters to be distracted by the constant commotion going on by at least one of the windows. Whatever it was, Wally wanted no part of the event.

She would chip in a few dollars to the cause though. An orphanage matron was to be there all night talking about all the little children that were living in the small building. Wally sighed. Little angels, most of them were. She would love to find a man to marry and have children with. But with her being a hero, most men broke off with her believing she was cheating on them. And even if she was lucky like her uncle was, she was still a speedster. Lowering her fingers to her lower stomach, she wondered if the baby would grow at a normal rate, or accelerated. Would she go into labor too early for the child? Too late? Would the baby be a speedster like her? How could she even care for an infant speedster? Would she have to be isolated from the world until they could control their speed? How long would that be? Years? A decade? Would her baby grow up at an accelerated rate?

Sighing, she refocused her mind to the mission she had been asked to go on by Batman. Besides, it wasn't like any man would be with her forever. And she wasn't one to sleep around. And with her also enjoying the company of women, who was to say that she would ever have a chance to be a mom?

"Wally, you made it!" Oliver smiled. Wally smiled back at the emerald archer forcefully.

"I've had six men ask for my number and another smack my butt. Please tell me you know where baldy is so I can get this over with," she sighed. Oliver stiffled a laugh.

"I'm sorry cupcake but we still have a few more hours-"

"I don't care. If I have to deal with one more sleazy, drunk, perverted man in rich clothing I'll"

"Is something bothering you?" a rich baritone cut her off. Wally recognized that voice. But in her rage, the fires burned brighter, she pivoted to face the owner of the voice with contempt.

"That doesn't even begin to cover it. I don't know what kind of charity function you're running here but I will not tolerate being sexually assaulter by anyone. This is supposed to be a classy and dignified assist to the less fortunate and your donors have the audacity to slap a stranger on their ass is unacceptable! This is clearly a fault on your part," she finished jabbing him in the chest with her finger. Luthor smirked at the fiery red head.

"My humble apologies Ms-"

"Humble apologies my foot! I'm done here! Next time you want money for a cause, I'll write a check!" she grumbled stomping out of the room ignoring flashes from the cameras all around.

"Clark Kent from the-"

"Stuff it Smallville I'm going home," Wally cut him off leaving the building.

"Why does everyone have to call me that?"

"Well you are from Smallville," Lois Lane smirked. Ah, first page material tonight, "Who was she anyway?"

"My niece," Oliver cut in walking over to Superman and his leading lady. Clark furrowed his brows knowing that she was (according to Batman) the niece to a forensic scientist named Barry Allen who died years ago, "Wally West."

"Is Wally short for anything?" Lois asked writing down all the information she could on the fiery tempered girl making the news tonight. A downright evil smile came to Oliver's face. Wally was short for something. A name that Wally never liked to use. A name that would probably get him in a lot of trouble, but would be so worth it when Dr. Fate found out and insisted she go by her given name. He still couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the time he tried to put her in a dress.

"Mr. Queen? Are you alright?" Lois asked the chuckling billionare.

"Oh I'm just peachy. Wally is short for-"

"Wilhelmina get back here young lady!"

"GAH! DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Flash yelled running from the sorcerer supreme as he chased her down with a book on etiquette in his hand, "How do you even know that name?!"

"You were reported to have the name by a Lois Lane. To hide behind such a garish and childish boy's name is ridiculous. Your parents gave you the name as their own pride and joy."

"You would too if you were named Wilhelmina!"

"I am a male. I would not have such a name. You however are a-"

"Finish that with young lady. I dare you."

"-little woman."

"GAH! That's even worse!"

"What's even worse?" Superman asked entering the room. His ears still ringing a little from Luthor's fundraiser and the walls were lined so super humans couldn't listen in on others, like Kara when the Founders met for important meetings.

"He's trying to teach me etiquette!"

"It is a skill one should know."

Superman blinked not knowing what to make of the situation.

"Etiquette? Like no eating with your elbows on the table?"

"Exactly! That's cruel and unusual! It goes against eating altogether!"

"It is highly uncivilized!"

"Well no one asked you! Not like any of you can even see me eat."

"Correction. Batman had asked I work on your etiquette after your little... blow up."

"Hey, those men were pervs and you know it."

"Hardly. I was not there to see the illicit activities."

"Illicit activities? Flash! What is Batman making you do?"

"Nothing that concerns you Boy Scout."

"Flash. You have my clothes?" Shayera asked flying into the room not seeing Superman gaping.

"Hanging in your closet Shay. Just like I said I would."

"Why would you need Hawkgirl's clothes? Does this have something to do with what you were doing for Batman?"

"If I said yes will you drop it?"

"No."

"Then no. Look, I have to go. I have a... doctor's appointment in a few minutes and I cannot afford to be late."

"Flash, this will only take a moment. If Batman is touching you in any way-"

"Oh gross! What are you- You think that is who I was talking about? You are messed up Superman. I guess you aren't such a Boy Scout after all huh?"

"Flash I'm being serious."

"Sad part is so am I. I really do need to get to my appointment so later!"

In a streak of red Flash was gone. Dr. Fate looked at Shayera for a moment.

"You are a bad influence."

"I'm a bad influence? Flash never cared for etiquette even before we met. What do I have anything to do with it?"

"You made it worse."

"You are so asking for a mace to your shiny metal helmet Fate."

Superman sighed as he attempted to break up a fight between Shayera and Fate while noting to himself to keep an eye on Batman and Flash. They were hiding something. Something that involved perverts and women's clothes. Though, maybe this was Flash at some night club getting information under a disguise. Shayera's clothes weren't very girly, and he doubted that Flash owned anything subtle.

That must've been it, he thought to himself, proud to have reached that logical conclusion.

Or illogical if he looked back on it. Good thing he didn't right? Please do review. I know it has been... oh, two months. Yeah, please review.